Category Archives: Love

The Blue Guitar

His hands sweep over the strings smoothly as I look on from my spot on the couch.  The blue guitar sits perfectly in his lap and he pulls it in snuggly hugging it closely. His eyes close and he feels the music he sings. I watch his movements. There are so many times I want…

This is the Beginning

We recently had family pictures taken and just got them back. I love them. Except for one thing. Me. When I saw myself in the photo’s I was quick to click to the next picture. At first I didn’t want to look, I shifted my eyes to my husband and daughter and kept my eyes…

Dr. Dad vs Dr. Mom

We’ve been at this parenting thing for 4 1/2 years. We’ve seen some gross things, gone through some embarrassing moments, endured heartbreak, and redirected, redirected, redirected. We sometimes give ourselves a pat on the back for our parenting style and then we walk into a bedroom with a multi coloured carpet created by lip gloss….

The Chair

The chair is a brown lazy boy. It sits in the corner of the living room and was a gift from my parents. It’s big and comfy, inviting, and solid. Its size makes it great for sleeping in, and molds to the person using it. That chair is our spot. And has been since she…

Again!!

Trigger warning * this post deals with pregnancy loss. My jaw dropped as I stood staring down at the two pink lines in front of me. Whoa. I grabbed the stick and tucked around the corner into the bedroom where Brian was getting dressed. “Hun?” I stood holding the two pink lines waiting for his…

When They Want to Decorate… Drink

As the boxes made their way into the house her squeals of excitement escalated. We had promised her that today we would decorate and she did not forget. Yes, decorate. In November. For Christmas. Falalalalalala. Little hands pawed all through the packages that I had so neatly packed away the year before and I could…

More than one Sentence

The paper said “Describe your child’s personality in one sentence to help us to better get to know them.” I says pardon? One sentence? How do I put into words the incredible child that I brought into this world and have watched grow from a tiny infant into the amazing four-year old that she is…

My Lobster

Slam. The door shuts and I walk away. How easy it would be just to ignore him for the rest of the day. Month. Year. How quickly could I shut the door on my emotions, build a wall, close the window on how I feel. Easier said than done I suppose. But those aren’t things I…

No One Wanted To Play With Me

We sat together in the big brown rocking chair, like we always do after school, and talked about her day. Her legs hung over mine, longer than they’ve ever been, reminding me of her growth and the way time flies. Every answer was “I forget” and “I don’t know” unless she was asked a specific…